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Blackened nails
Ratted Hair
Skinny Binny
Off the scales
Tattered pants
Eyes that shine
Silly rants
Her loves combined
Spikes aplenty
Eyes of pride
Coincidentally
Where's his ride
There he sits
Eyes a miss
Stomach fits
Ingine's sis
Cars go slow
Cars go fast
Time should know
Can it last
Brakes that squeak
Touch of arm
At his peek
He meant no harm
Smile, wave
He can't complain
She won't know
She's too vain
Tainted love
She can't know
Crippled dove
Fought the crow
Lost the battle
Once again
His friend will tattle
Now let's begin
- by bloodylipsthinhips |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/03/2009 |
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- Title: Gothic Dance
- Artist: bloodylipsthinhips
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Description:
This is something I wrote around October of last year. It's about a girl who has no clue and
is totally out there. Then there's a boy that is quite a stranger, just that he's a friend of her
brother's. They seem to get along and then as the tension for them to be together grows
it becomes harder for him to be near without asking her out. Then a friend of both of their's
blabs about the idea of them together to the girl. She becomes quite interested in the boy.
- Date: 03/03/2009
- Tags: gothic dance
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